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A Blues =! romanc By Miss Ann CHAPTER I. * Roses. GRANITE-BUILT Jersey ^ farmhouse, its walls ? O bleached by the salt ^ storms of a hundred winVftfOW ters, its windows easemented and lozeuged after the fashion of 1750, the date that, with two hearts entwined, figures in redely cut characters above the central porchway. Overhead are balmiest summer airs, a sky with more blue in it than you will see during a dozen ordinary English Junes, and roses. Roses around the windows, above the door, along the eaves?roses everywhere. The penetrating odor of newly burned "vraic" strikes the sense, overpoweping even the luscious smelling garden lilies, the pinks, gillyflowers and brown lavender that stock the trim-kept borders. You may hear the crawl of the tide upon the sands; you may hear, if you listen long enough, the following love song, chanted fortli from some interior region of the house, in a monotonous peasant voice?a voice possessing about as much pretention to cadence or expression as does the :wild refrain itself to meaning: Belle dicruedi Belle digucdaine, Belle diguedon, Dondon?dondon! Other sound or sign of human existence is there none, and, indeed, the singer's voice before long grows silent. Hay cutting is at its height to-day, and Margot, the solitary woman servant of Fief-de-Ia-Reine, ?k hurrying through her kitchen work to join the men and maidens in the field. The house dog takes his afternoon siesta on the porch. Floods of sunshine, solid, amber, Cupid-like, give to the scene I know not what dreamy flavor of Mariana in the South. Almost you might expect to hear the sharp cry of the cicala, almost believe that yonder sweep of quivering sapphire were the Mediterranean or Adriatic, not the prosaic strip of British sea that separates Cherbourg from the Channel islands. "Ami this is nin For this we are fcorn, -weep a little, and die." So muses Daphne Chester as she looks out at the world, her last pat of butter printed, from the alder-shaped -windows of tue cool, sweet dairy. "Haymaking this month, harvest the next, and then the second crop of hay; apple picking, cider making, turnips, mangels, plowing for the corn, potato planting, potato digging, back to hay again! If one were only as oid as Aunt Hosie! If one could only wake some blessed morning and find that one had done everything?done thirty or forty more hay harvests and cider makings and potato diggings, say! If life were a little less long, or a little more variegated. Why for twenty-four hours to pass without a tide, for Margot to sing a newer love song than 'Diguedon'?nay, even for a single market day, to print the butter with another name than Fief-de-la-Reine would be something!" "Mamsey!" shrieks out a piping rehlo frnin thp direction of the flower garden. "Viens, p'tite Maman, irte? Paulie taught him, fast." Daphne leans forth her face quickly through the dairy window and beholds her small son Paul prone in the rnid. . die of a centre border, his golden head scorching in the sun, his straw hat Crushed to the earth beneath both brown, dimpled fists?alas! and one of the finest dove pinks in the garden? 'Aunt Hosic's spccial care and glorycrushed along with itf "Ah, Paulie, wicked boy that you are!" cries Mrs. Chester, sternly?if the most excellent voice ever bestowed on woman could by possibility be stern, above all when it addresses the child. "Another pink broken?that makes three of Aunt Flosie's best since dinner?and your hat torn to ribbons, a new hai last Whitsuntide! Wait till I come out! This time I shall punish you in good earnest, sir!" And, a moment later, behold her flying forth through the porch, then down the garden path, her white arms bare, her dainty apron hung as an improved sunshade over her head, to administer condign judgment and retribution upon tier son. Daphne is a fair, slenderly built girl of two-and-twenty, graceful after the manner that out-of-door living and unconsciousness of effect are apt to beget, and with hair of as burnished a blonde as the curls of little Paul. Her complexion boasts the pink of a May morning, a pair of limpid hazel eyes give to her countenance somewhat of the grace of Correggio's Virgin Mother. So much for the surface coloring, the outward form. What is the hidden, the moral want of Mrs. Chester's face? For that" tiiis wants exists a stranger cau scarce be in her company a minute without discerning. No flaw is there of feature; the profile is clear; the serious lips close well above a set of white and even teeth. "Notre pauvre demoiselle a la Maladie sans Maladie." say the country people of the district, hitting the nail straight homo. "Notre demoiselle grew old before she was young. Her account with the world is closed." Here is the solution: "La Maladie sans Maladie." Dissect the young face curiously and you will find that what it lacks is expectation. The blank, acquicscent look that life plows into faces of forty and fifty, and that we label resignation or despair, according to our creeds, twenty-two years have sufliced, without a line, without a wrinkle, to trace hers. Daphne Chester expects nothing, is forbidden even the natural joy of looking forward to Paul's manhood. She grew old of heart before she was young: has had fatalist experience of men- -of their love, of their truth?and iwould fain keep the child a baby forever on her breast. "Me ta.ugi?t him Mrmsey." repeats i JPaul. looking ud. tiie triumuhaut irlow! ' v : - . . . . , . , TOCKING; IE I REALITY. ie Edwards.1 of a N'imrod on liis peach-like, ruddy cheeks. "See what Paulie taught." And cautiously from beneath his flattened straw hat draws forth what two minutes ago was a butterfly, a man?1 ~ /-.f loiro Tc!n<rc nnrl frnlrl g It-u ilVMp Wi Hf,.-, " powder, just enough of life animating all for the creature to quiver an instant in its conqueror's iron grip, then be still. "Oh, Paul! One more butterfly murdered!" says Daphne in a voice gravely proportioned to the heinousness of the child's crime. "He was so happy with his friends among the flowers and did nobody any harm, and you have killed him! Paul will never be able to run races with the poor butterfly again." "Me till another," says Paul promptly, and, showing a row of tiny pearlwhite teeth as be shakes the corpse of the victim with disgust from his small Angers. "Vilain butterf'y?va!" Mrs. Chester snatches the child up trom the ground, looks reprovingly for a moment or two at his bold, brown, three-year-old face, then begins to smother him with kisses?the usual beginning and ending of Paul's "punish ments." "Tell me, my sweet," she whispers, as she bears him in her strong, young arms toward the house, "think a long time first, and tell me how much love Paul has got for Mamsy?" Without thinking a second, Faul mute off a scarcely appreciable fraction of space on one tiny finger. "And how much for the three old aunts, who all want to see Paul a good boy?" For a moment Paul looks innocently up at the sky, as though he beard the question not; then he commences drumming a little, impromptu tune of his own composition upon his mother's shoulder. "What, no love for Aunt Hosie, when she makes you toffee on Saturday?" Paul's appreciation of Aunt Hosie's "toffee" making is measured, after due deliberation, by the length of one hand ?say, three inches and a half. "And for Maitre Andre, when he lets you ride Lisette, at the Grand Charrue?" The child stretches both arms wide. "Paul aime Maitre Andre beautoup, beautout!" he cries eagerly. Paul's language, I must explain, is strictly composite, part broken English part patois French. "Beu plus qu' to 'p tite Maman." Daphne's lip trembles. She belongs to the class of women who want perpetual expressions of love from the object beloved, even though the object shall have only learned to lisp; and Paul, whose healthy heart is granite hard?Paul has already learned the delights of playing tyrant. "If I tell you a great, big secret? oh, ever so big, Paulie!?how many kisses will you give me, I wonder?" The child nestles his cheek coaxingly against his mother's. At three years of age children are sufficiently versed in philology to know that the word "secret" means a new pleasure for themselves. "To-morrow Jean Marie will bring the hay home. Aunt Hosie and I made cakes this morning, and there's a little cake for Paul to take down in the field, like the real haymakers." "All for mine own self?" "All for your own self, sir, and with 'Paul' on the top in currants. Now, how many kisses?" He hugs her well nigh to strangulation, bestows three or four noisy, careless kisses on her cheeks and neck; finally, a fresh butterfly, more painted than the last, catching his eye, struggles down out of her embrace, and, waving his hat wildly above his head, is off. Daphne watches the small, impetuous figure until it is lost to sight among the raspberry bushes and espaliered pear trees that divide the domain of flowers from the ampler kitchen garden. Then she turns away into the house, where her own name at this instant is being lustily vociferated from the landing at the first floor. "Daphne! What in the world is Daphne blustering about?" The voice is old, quivering, yet possesses a certain gruff ring of majesty in its tones. One would say, hearing it for the first time, that, during three or four score years of human life, that voice had been more used to command than to* entreat. "Theodora! I wish to know if onr niece Daphne, with her usual heedlessness, has forgotten the post bug?" Upon this, a door on the opposite side of the passage to the kitchen opens, and a modishly dressed lady appears upon the threshold. I use tha word "modish" with premeditation. Faded though Theodora Vansittart'n lavender silk may be, it lias received reaojusnnenis ana readjustments that bring up its style to the level of M. Worth?I mean M. Worth as represented in the last number but three of the Petit Courkr des Dames. Her collars and cuffs would have been the newest thing out, not a twelvemonth ago in Oxford street. Her tlaxen hair, plentiful still, though sixty winters have powdered it. is fashionably, almost girlishly, made the most of beneath a tiny Watteau cap of lace, rosebuds and ribbon. A tarnished blue and gold keepsake or annual, of n Afise Thpoflnrn's own youth, is in her hand. "My dear Daphne! Is it possible that yon have again forgotten the postbag? This is a little too hard." Theodora Yansittart's tone barely savors of so plebiau a quality as sourness, yet it is acidulatcd enough to carry reproach. "I have been performing my duty," those staecatoeil, chilly accents seem to imply. "I, dressed in a lavender silk, a la Regence. with folded white hands, with a mind engaged in the pnrsuit of elegant literature, liave, in the expectation of possible visitors, been keeping up the appearance that ! - - befits our family's birth and breed- | ing, while you " "I and Aunt Ilosie have bad ns busy j a day as I remember." says Daphne, 1 with the conscious homage that (in real life) the Industrious Apprentice never offers to the idle one. "First, there were the currant cakes for tomorrow's haymaking?you know Aunt Hosie will never suffer any one but me to beat the eggs, and then I had to print all the market butter by myself. j largot could scarce singe 'Diguedon,' in her fever to get away from the housework to the bayfield. so I " "I cannot, for the life of me, under* stand performing menial work for pleasure," interrupted Miss Theodora, with a downward turn of the eyelids upon her own dainty dress and useless, delicate hands. " 'Superintend your domestic concerns as narrowly ns you will,' our poor papa used to tell us. 'Give your orders every morning to the housekeeper, and let her be re-, sponsible for their non-fulfillment. But never, if you wish your servants to respect you, step beyond the precincts of your drawing room.' Now. really why should not Margot compound the laborers' cakes and print the butter for the market as well as Henrietta and yourself?" Daphne makes no reply. Faded rejuvenated silks, useless hands, elegant literature, and mystic duties performed toward society in general have long ago invested Miss Theodora, in the eyes of the whole household, with the sacred halo of irresponsibility. Little Faul himself, the very dogs and cats, seem to know that Theodora Yansittart is not of the same work-a-day commonplace sort of stuff as Aunt TTnsiA nnd Dflnhne. "It is futile to argue. I know Henrietta's eccentricities do not, alas! decrease with ape. But it does seem a little hard that others should be made to suffer for what I cannot but regard as the very refinement of selfishness. Your poor grandpapa, child, Colonel George Vansittart, the sweetest tempered. most forgiving of men, used to say that the one unbearable trial of our career as piigrims was to be kept waiting for one's letters. Now, my dear Daphne, may I beg of you to put on your hat, take Paul as your companion, and ruu up to Quernac with what haste you can? Margot is absent trom the kitchen, you tell me?for the sake, it must be assumed, of meeting her lover in the hayfield?so I fear I must ask you to hurry back with as little delay as may be, in the event of visitors." Twelve ladies' perhaps, on a liberal average, arrive at Fief-de-la-Reine during a twelvemonth. A stray, openended circular finds !t? way thither occasionally, Miss Theodora having, in an unguarded momtnt. addressed a London stockbroker, years ago, on the matter of investments, and being forever after treated as a speculative capitalist by the whole stockbroking fraternity. Once a week the sisters got a "Cheltenham Looker-On," three or four days old, together with an antediluvian "Court Journal." Christmas brings its modest very modest, stock of tradesmen's bills. Yet so ineradicable is habit the two elder Miss Yansittarts still look out for the post as in those old, long dead times of vmith nnd nroneritv. when the post man really used to briDg them communications of living flesh and blood interest?invitations to dinners or balls, letters of friendship, letters of love! Rain or shine, ever much, Daphne Chester walks to the village shop at Qucrnec, where by arrangement the overworked country factor goes daily through the transparent fiction of depositing the Fief-ue-la-Reine letterV\o cr "If the thermometer did not stand at eight, Paul would enjoy the walk. Aunt Theodora! As it is"?with half guilty consciousness Daphne makes a suggestion that involves Theodora Vansittart doing anything?"as it Is, if you would not mind looking after the child a little ti'l I come back? He will give you no trouble if you will let him stay in the garden. Paul is always good when he is out of doors." "Paul is never good?out of doors or In," says Miss TLendora, with Bismarckian decision. "But I am, of course, ready to keep watch over him in your absence, if you consider such watching necessary. When I was a child," adds Theodcrn devoutly, "people of education believed the world to be under a moral government. Parents bad faith in Providence." To be Continued. The New Craze. The word "fashion" might be delined as the latest notion for pandering to the craze for excitement in the society set, says London Truth. In thi3 sense ballooning is coming into fashion. It is being launched with all the prestige which money and rank can give. Santos-Dumont, who has at least the crcdit of having risked his life a dozen times, has shown that, for a person ready to throw air ay 510,000 or $-0,000 a year, some very pleasant jaunts can be indulged in in midair. With a compact little airship, and not much bulkier' than a motor car, and not inuL-h more expensive, you can sail forth from your own piazza, pay a visit to a friend ten miles distant, and, provided the weather is calm, you can land again in your own house, having breathed some de'.ightful whiffs of fresh, invigorating air. Cause of Sleeping Sickness. The investigations by the governmental commission sent to Uganda have discovered the cause of the sleeping sickness, which has caused so many thousand deaths among the natives. Buvuma Island, which had a population of 22,000, has now but SOOO. The southern province of I-usoga has been practically depopulated. The first step in the discovery was the observation of trypanosomcs in the ccrebro-spinal fluid in five cases of the sleeping sickness. A further investigation showed the existence of this parasite in the ccrebro-spinal fluid and in the circulating blood of all of the cases. As it was closely related to the disease of cattle caused by the tsetse fly. it was suspected that the sleeping sickness was caused in like manner by infection. A London buyer has been in the Chicago market engaged in executing an order for artillery horses for tbe British Government. For these horses from $125 to $100 per head is paid, and their weights run from 120U to 1JO0 pounds. ?Sg33igN?8 "popular 1/ science >|(|) Professor George Darwin, F. R. S. has been elected President of the British Association for the meeting to be j held in South Africa nest year. The American traction engines are rapidly replacing the British type in Argentina. The former are said to be lighter and can be more easily moved over the ground, and are cheaper. The report of the Minister of Rail< I ways gives the length of the railways j in Canada on June 30, 1903, as 10,S3( j miles. Of this. 10.077 miies were op crated by steam and 7G9 by electricity. Sir William Ramsay, at a recent lec ; ture. said that cases of rodent ulcei I had been cured by the aid of radium I but as far as he knew, there had beei j no successful effort yet to treat can cer. ! Experiments to ascertain the nutrl i tive qualities of condensed milk, an< | to discover its possible adulterations are being made at tbe agricultural ex periinent station of Wisconsin Univer sity. M. J. J. Siegirieu nas riven to uji I Institute of France the Cnstie of Lan i gen is, with the sum of 100.000 franc ! for the costs of installations and ai j endowment yielding an income of 10, j OOO Ira ucs for it& support. One of the most interesting posses I sions of the museum at the Hahnc mann Medical College, in Philadelphia is a complete nerve skeleton made li; Dr. Rufus E. Weaver, the famous neii j ro-ogist. It is said to be the only spec imen of the kind in the world. The Otto Wahlbrucb prize, of th value of $3000, has been awarded b; the University of Gottingen to Profes sor Wilhelm Pfeffer, Professor of Bot any at Leipzig. The prize is awardei | for the most important contribute j to science during the past two years. HE WOULD NOT WED. tJTJICai VJCWS OI ? ixitnnui niiu a oiui of Two Kuincd Lives. "I went to lunch with a friend th i other day," said the philosopher. "H is a man about thirty-five, well to dc j a good fellow in every respect. I askei , him -when he intended to marry. H j laughed good-humorediy, and told m I that no consideration could ever indue I him to give up his freedom. He sai< j .he had seen too nnich of women eve ! to settle his faith upon any particula j one; that in his earlier days he hat j contracted the disease of love severa j times, and each time had been de 1 ceived. He told me that he had be : come too much a settled man of th world ever to have any foolish hope again. Then I lunged at him and rai j him through again and again. I toll ! ihim plainly that such a pose, of al poses, was the most narrow minde< j that a man could take. It was a dc 1 nial of the existence of millions o good, true women who all the worl< I over uo so ciucu xo make juu ucnu nj:d nobler. To refuse to believe i) ! the existence of these women becausi j an experience with those who ha< proved deficient was as foolish as ti j foreswear eggs, not to believe tha there were any more good eggs in tin world because one or two had beei ! found bad. I told him a story, the in ; cidenls of which had come under inj ; own observation, illustrating the con j stancy of a true woman and her neei I of the perfect confidence of the mai : Whom she loves. "This man was a good enough fellov 1 In his way, but he was of a suspicion : nature, and no loyal woman will evei discover her affection to the man win distrusts her. He believed that he hai been deceived: she allowed him to be j lieve it He went'his way, miserabh ; and discontented. She was miserabli j also, but she kept a brave countenanci I and went about in her givv world; bu ) tha years went by and none of liei ; suitors that surrounded her were evei I successful in winning her. He did r.c know that ail her gentle woman's heart required was that he should cas away his unworthy distrust of her , Two Jives were ruined, not by the faul j of the woman, but of the man. On hei ' deathbed he learned of the foolisl i course lie bad pursued and of his irre i parable loss. Unable to bear the mel I ancholy which took possession of hire i he committed suicide. IIow manj | other men lose good women because ol i lack of faith? I could see my friend's j face take on a serious expression as ; I told the story. Probably lie was I thinking of some woman who was ! waiting for him and would give lii:n i a lifelong devotion, if he had but the j gumption to know how to win her."? . New Orleans Times-Democrat. | Tibetans' "Praylnp Wheel." "To the Yellow God, the Black Cod, | the White God and the Green God? : Please kindly lake us all vo with you, i and do not leave us unprotected, but i destroy cur enemies." Such a prayer i is to be found on a Tibetan praying j wheel, said Mr. A. Ti. Wright at a I meeting of the Folklore Society held in i Albemarle street, W. A novel feature I of this prayer wheel which the Tibej tan spends much of tiie time in turnI ing is tiiat if turned the wrong way j everything doi:? before is undone. Some of the articles used by the Ti1 beians in their devotions are very gruej some. A human thigh bone covered j with human skin is used as a horn for | exorcising demons and to draw the ! sonl from hades. A double drum maue j from two halves of a skull, the skin I covering being that of a human being, | is placed on the altar of certain liend ! deities in ilie Tibetan religion.?Lonj don Mail. How Glovfimnkers Meet New Conditions. A size six glove to-day is larger than a size six glove five years ago, and this applies to all the sizes made. The explanatien is that ladies' hands have grown larger than they used to be, through their practice of cycling, golfing, hockey, etc., but they do not like to admit it, so the glovemakers meet the new tfouditions and yet avoid hurt-' ing the vanity of their customers.? Westminster Uazeite. - ' THE SUNDAY SCHOOL INTERNATIONAL LESSON COMMENTS FOR AUCUST 28. 6al>ject:" Elijah Dlsconraj;e<l, I King^ xix,, 1-8?Golden Text, Psa. cxx.,1? i Memory Verses, 3, 4?Commentary on i the Day's Lessou. T. The flight of Elijah (vs. 1-3). 1. "Told Jezebel." She was not affected by i the story as she would have been by the actual events. "Elijah had done.'' Ahab did not appear to recognize the hand of 1 God in the affair. There are eyes so blindI ed (2 Cor. 4:4) and hearts so steeled against the truth that, no evidence can reach them. "Had slain." The slaughter of the prophets of Baal, who were probably of the same foreign nature as the I queen, was what stirred all the fierceness j of her nature. As she listens to the story her one thought is revenge. 2. "Sent a messenger." Hero, was lack , of shrewdness and forethought, if she really wished and designed to carry out her threat, for such an announcement of her purpose gave Elijah full opportunity f to escape her, or prepare to meet her op, position. But it is possible that her ob5 ject was to terrify him and drive him away from her city, and that she feared to cope with him otherwise, lest her own fate should be like that of the false prophets. Some have thought that the exact, time . which was given him ? "by to-morrow , about this time"?is a proof that her 1 threat "was intended and understood as a > sentence of banishment on pain of death." . "Unto Elijah." The prophet did not ven. turs into the city, and thus put himself in her power, but waited to see how she would receive the news. It is not the duty oi'pn rjn'l'a.nrnnhpts to rush heedlesslv 2 into the lion's den unless directly commanded to do so. He used good judgment in this matter. "Let the gods."' One of s the most tremendous vov.s which mark the l history of the Semitic race, both within . and without the Jewish pale. This was the most terrible oath she could use. It meant that if she did not slay Elijah then let the gods slay her i* 3. "When he saw." When he heard of i. the rage of Jezebel, and saw the storm that was coming on him. "Went for his ' life." He knew Ahab's weakness and lack 7 of courage and the instability of public ; sentiment. It seemed to him tlwt his efforts had been in vain, that the bright prospects on Carmel had resulted in no permanent good, and that God's causa was utterly lost. Jehovah seems to have e left him for a season to himself. Perhaps p there was danzer that, like the apostle, he might be exalted above measure by the abundance of revelations and of power ' which were manifested through him (2 j Cor. 12: 7), and it was needful to remind a him by an impressive experience that he was still a man encompassed with human passions and infirmities. To many it may seem that a great opportunity to reform the worship of the kingdom was lost by Elijah's flight. The people were conj vinced, and it would have been an e;isv matter for God to have removed Jezebel and the remaining false prophets. But " I 4 It or a ic n -nninf \rVnr-V? flivinP TlflW 6 er will not multiply miracles, and the turn* i J ing point here was the instability of Ahab. j "Beer-sheha." At the extreme southern limit of Palestine, and about ninety-five e miles from Jezreel. Beer-sbeba was orige inally assigned to the tribe of Simeon e (Josh. 19: 2). though in Josh. 15: 28 it is j included among the uttermost cities of Judah. It appears that the tribe of Si1 meon had now become largely absorbed in r the tribe of Judah. "Left his servant." j Tha servant must have attended him from . Carmel to Jezreel and from thence to the J south of Judah. The prophet now desires ! solitude. In the need of spiritual communion with God no comnanion is desired, p Even Jesus Himself said to His disciples, "Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder s ((Matt. 26: 36). Jewish tradition says the 1 servant was the son of the widow of Zare] ! phatb. and no less a person than the proI i phet Jonah. | II. Elijah in despair (r. 4). 4. "Into I I thp wildprness." The wilderness here spo i. ken of is the desert of Pa ran, through j which the Israelites had of old wandered , from Egypt toward the nromised land. 1 He did not feel himself safe until he was I ; beyond the territory of both Ahab and 3 I Jehosli.iphat. He is now led down into the dark denths of temptation. "Juniper I tree." The Hebrew says, literally, one juJ | niper tree, or broom, shrub, and thus a'e3 I picts the desolation of the country. It j was stout enough to be used for fuel (Psa. I 120:4). and in time of famine its roots ? | could be eaten (Job 30:3, 4). "That he ] I might die." The prophet's degression had . j reached its lowest point. "Not better," , ! etc. His life seemed like a great failure. ' In moments of despondency even Shakes* * | pecre thought himself no poet-v and Ka1 j phael doubted his right to be called a i ! painter. III. E'ijah fed bv angels (vs. 5-S). 5. "Lay and slept." Elijah was physically exhausted. It was the reaction after the ! intense nervous strain on Carmel. First of t all God supplied his physical necessities. 5 | He giveth His beloved sleep. "An angel." | We hear little of these heavenly minis' j trants during the great period of prophetic i activity. The mediation of angels was 3 | 'largely supplanted by that of inspired j : men. But at times they appear to remind us that they ever encamp around Gou's ' ! servants. "Arise and eat." Food was t ! provided for him. Jehovah is not yet . I done with him. and He miraculously cares I for him as lie did for Jonah when he fled r | C. "Cake." A round, flat cake put bet twec-n hot stones laid in embers of a char5 coal fire, but he is too weary to eat a sufni ciency and so falls to sleep again. This is ! not the first time that God had civen an gels' food in the desert (Psa. 7S:25; Xeh. t 9:21; Dent. 8:16). "A cruse." A bottle or . jar. 7. "Angel?came again." It is well to note the fact that Elijah's physical 1 needs were fully met before any effort was made to encourage his drooping spirit. . ; "Our bodies are the temples of the Holy Ghost and we must keep those temples in ' ' repair." "Journey?great." The journey ' he had already taken and that which was ' yet before him. i 8. "Went?forty days." He was mirac. j ulr.usly sustained. On the same mountain i Moses had twice fasted this same length ' I nr time (Exod. 24:18. 34:2S). and in an i I other wilderness Jesus did the same i I (Matt. 4:2). "Hore'o." This is the same I as Mount Sinai?the mount at which the ' law was given. The distance from Beer sheba to Hoieb is not over 200 miles. E!iI jah was probably wandering in despondency and seeking to hid himself. The time spent was not what was required for the journey only, but far more in meditation ant! prayer, and seeking from God a reason why all the toiling and testimony, which *1 fie prophet had bestowed, iwd ! proved to unproductive. The spiritual conflict of Elijah prefigures the spiritual ' conflict "l" Jcj-U". "Mount of God." So called because <>'od here revealed His ir.aj- < e?ty and glorv and gave the law to Moses, j , Suspends Paper to Marry. A Richmond (Tnd.) dispatch to the Chi- : cago lnter-Oceon runs: James C'ulp, edi- ! ' i tor and proprietor of the Vernon (,Jnd.) Journal, has just been married to Miss Myra Alien Hinchman. That he might enjoy his honeymoon he has suspended the publication of the Journal for one week and has gone away with his bride. So far as known, this is the first case on record ui which a paper has-been suspended in order that a honeymoon might be taken. Gulp is an enterprising young man and has something of a reputation for doing un- j usual things. Dream Restored Stolen Parse. While Mrs. Jacob Ebert was sitting on , the front porch of her home at \\'ikes barrp. Pa., thieves entered from the rear 1 and stole a poeketbook containing $28 and I some papers. The woman says that next | night she dreamed that the poeketbook j was hidden under the grape arbor in her ; yard. She went to the place and found the poeketbook, but the money was gone. Cog Railroad Up the AJpR. A fourteen-hoar climb to the top o! j Mount Blanc, Switzerland, will soon be done in two hoars by a cog railroad. It will climb over 11,700 feet and reach a point- 14,970 feet above the eea level, and will be nearly eleven miles in length. _ ( I THE GKEAT DESTROYER SOME STARTLINC FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. Washington's MJle* of Saloon Front*? Lecturer Says There Are Enough to Line Pennsylvania Avenne ?. Herman C. Met calf's Address on Liquor. j "The Liquor Traffic in Washington" [ was tbe subject of an illustrated lecture ; delivered by Mr. Herman C. Metcalf at a recent meeting of the District Christian Endeavor Union, at Assembly Presbyter' inn Church. Mr. Metcalf took the position i that the advocates of the abolition of the | saloons were dreamers, but he content cd I that their dreams might be well realized | by tht application of practical methods ic j their labors. He showed by stereopticori 1 pictures the actual conditions existing in i the barrooms, of every class, in the Disi trict. The church was well filled by En deavorers and the lecture was enthusiastic callv applauded. The lecture was preceded by a n.eetinj ! of the Union, at which a new oivanizn j tion to be' known as the Concordia Liv ; theran Intermediate Society ^ was ad mitted to membership. The Nominaiinf I Committee to select officers for the ensu ; ing year was also elected, 'ine meeting , was presided over bv Mr. Owen P. Kel'ar j President of the L?nion. and the prayei I was offered by Rev. George B. Wilson. Ir ! his lecture, Mr. Metcalf said: j "I never have been able to see how oui ' cause could be advanced by hurling epi thets at the men who are engaged in ui< j liquor business. They are. as a rule, hon i orable in their business dealings, faithfu to their friends, and affectionate to theii i families. I "I am not here to heap abuse upon th< heads of public officials. Neither do I be lieve we should unsparingly condemn anc berate the man who becomes the victirr of his appetite. The sooner we acknowl I edge that the drunkard is the victim o disease?a disease of body and mind an< ; soul?and seek to apply a remedy, th< sooner may we look for more practical re ; eults from our labors. "In 1892, the year before the Leagui was organized, there were exactly 1100 li ! censed places. During the current license j year 627 licenses have been issued, a ne I reduction in number of 473. "Allowing twenty feet front to eacl ; licensed place, which would be a conserv : ative estimate, the 1100 in 1892 would, i j placed side by side, make a row over fou j miles long, half the distance from Wash j ington to .Alexandria. The 627 license* places, over 500 of which are in full bias i to-night, would, line Pennsylvania avenu i solidly on both sides, and without leavin j openings for cross streets, between th j Peace Monument and the Treasury, am j there would still remain ninety-nine sa | loons with which to decoratc some othe 1 thoroughfare." | Mr. Me teal f saiJ that it had been man; 1 times suggested to him in his work witi ; the Anti-Saloon League that Washingto: ! was cleaner than most great cities, not onl i of this country, but also of Europe; bul | he said, although he admitted this to b so, Washington would never be cleai enough for him unt.i there was not a li censed barroom here.?Washington Posl Liquor and Efficiency. The views on total abstinence voiced b Count von Haeseler, of the German Armj i r\f /irtneirlornKIp -infprpsf The Ooiin : is himself a teetotaler and declares tha j the soldier "who abstains altogether ca: ' march better and is a better soldier tha: | the man who drinks even moderatelj ! "Strong drink tires and only increases th ! thirst," he says, and recommends insteai j "water, coffee and, above all, tea." In America, where the efficiency of th ! soldier is not quite so vital a question a j it is in Germany. Count von Haeseler' j testimony is, nevertheless, important. W ! have our own great army of peace in whic' | we are all officers or enlisted men. If li ; quor is had for the German soldier, if i reduces his efficiency mentally and phj ! sicallv, how much more injurious is it t j the American soldier in the army of busi J ness? Many of the effects of liauor ma j be worked off by the German soldier wit! j his hard physical work, his cor.stant livin | in the open air. But the American soldie j of business, with his comparatively seder j tary life and his fierce and constant ner | vous strain, must find in the use of liquo , much more injury than the stolid Germai j private.?Chicago Post. i Misuse of Drlnfc. I M. Thiry. Professor in the University o ! Liege, lias persuaded his Government t permit him to lecture in the prisons 01 ethics and the conduct of life, with specia reference to the use and misuse of drink I Statistics from his town show that in case l -r ,] r,ffnnf> ] U1 llgmiug aim umuun vt uiv j ers arc more or less intoxicated; arao* i thieves and swindlers, thirty-four per cent > are habitual drinkers. Criminals are usu ally ignorant, and they offend in their sin.? ; as they often offend in their living : through lack of tniidance and understand ing. Professor Thiry had the oopositioi of the authorities, as all penalogists hav : in respect to prison reform, there seemin; to be a general view that the societ; should "take it out" of the convict to th j uttermost, without regard to his personal ! ity, history or the gravity of his offense But, having obtained the required permis sion, he has talked on temperance and al ! lied subject?, and, as he reports, with th< best results. The self-respect of the pris j oners has been awakened. i No Drfnklnj* Men cs Elevator Builders. "I'll tell you what it is," said the ?1( elevator constructor, as he puffed remin iscently upon a short stemmed pipe, "i there is ever a time when a man wants t( keep a clear head and have his wits abou him, ifc is when he is working on an ele vator job in one ox our modern skyscrap ers. "Not only would a single misstep cosi him his life, but a weakened bolt, a mis placed screw, or a defective bit of machin ery would imperil the lives of scores o men and- women. ?o essential are stead] hand and bright wits in our trade thai under the rules of our union no drinkinj man can stay in the organization. Tlx first time a member 01 tne union goes ui a job under the influence of liquor he is suspended for a month and fined. For tlx second offense he is summarily expelled ivithout hope of reinstatement. It's pret ty drastic treatment, but we have found it the wisest way to deal with the matter.' ?Philadelphia Telegraph. Wclcoine News. An English magazine brings the we'eorru ne ws to the Woman's Christian Temperance Union members that enthusiasm foi temperance is overtaking the majority ol fashionable women in England, and that, having found out that wines and spirit.5 are bad for the complexion, they are drinking lemon barley water at luncheon. Brewers ns "Angels." A decision of the Supreme Court of Nebraska is to the effect that breweries musl not be allowed to take out barroom licenses, except in taeir own names. But what is there to prevent the brewers from acting as "angels"?to use a theatrical term?and furnishing capital to the applicants for licenses while they protect their investments by mortgages on the properties? Jt is known everywhere that a system of that sort, or somewhat like it, is practised on a most extensive scale by the richest brewers in_ the Empire State ami elsewhere.?New York Tribune. Cancer, and licer. An inquiry by Dr. Alfred Wolff into the mysterious cause of cancer has yielded an unexpected conclusion which promises temperance advocates a new and powerful argument. Ur. Wolff discovers that all the districts of high cancer mortality are those in which beer or cider is largely drunk. Bavaria, for instance, heads the list in Germany, and Salzburg in Austria, both great beer-drinking provinces. In France the statictics are still more striking. There is the most marked contrast between the high cancer mortality in beerdrinking departments and the low death rate from cancer elsewhere?London XitBit* - n Three "WUhen. ' j An infant in its cradle slept, ! t And in its sleep it smiled? > | And one by one three women knelt ' ' To kiss the fair-haired child: 1 ! And each thought of the days to be And breathed a?prayer half silentJy. I . One poured her love on many lives, i I But knew love's toil and care; i Its burdens oft had been to her * i : A heavy weight to bear. i She stooped and murmured lovinrly: , I "Not hardened hands, dear child, fa* i thee." I f: ; One had not known the burdened hand^ But" knew the empty heart: At life's rich banquet she had sat, An unfed guest, apart. ; "Oh, not,' she wnispered, tenderly, "An empty heart, dear child, for thee/' , ; Ann one was o;u; sue naci Known care^. r She had known loneliness; i , She knew God leads us by no path His presence cannot bless. : She smiled and murmured, trustfully; I "God's will. God's will, dear child, for ihec." .. , ?The British Weekly. An Unlcnown Conqueror. When Rachel Hill was fifteen ber mother died, and she became the head of the | household. It was not an easy position : for so young a girl, foi Nora and Ned were wilful and difficult to manage, and delicate little Ada needed special care. It would I have been a great relief to fall back upon' I some relative?some one who was Older ? and more experienced?or to hire a housekeeper, but neither plan was possible, and so Rachel cheerfully assumed the burden! s herself. She was not particularly wise or tactful, E and she made many mistakes. There were t many nights, too, when, weary and heart> sick, she fought the battle with her own i j rebellion over the girlhood and "good - j times" she was losing, things which faturd f years could never brine her aeain. Bui r I she never for a moment thought of giving i- up. .: y i When she was twenty-two a lover ap t peared, and. for a year Rachel tasted the e joy of life. Then Ada, who had beer g growing worse, was pronounced an incur e able invalid by the doc-tors. There wai d anxiety over Ned, too, and pretty, thought/ f j less Nora needed an older sister's care r j So Rachel sent her lover away. It was no! fair to him, she said, to keep up the en 7 gagement when she could see no prospeel h j of freedom. He protested at first, but no1 i I for very long. Then Rachel settled dowi 7 i to her life of sacrifice. f As the years passed they brought nen e burdens. Nora married poorly, and aftei [i 1 a while, a widow and penniless, returnee i- \ to the o!d home with hei child, to be sup ported by her sister. Ned went out West ; and was not heard of for years, but at last ! when Rachel was sixty, he, too, returned broken in health and spirits, another car< r for the busy hands of the mother-sister. . 1 But through the long years those handi t had grown used to burdens. To stranger! cnere wa3 notning aoout tne worn, gray haired woman to reveal one of life's coa ;juerors. She was not particularly attract * ive in any way, and she had been too busj j to acquire ihat easy touch with the world which opens so many doors. But although she did not realize it, her life had won the rreatest gift of all?victory. In youth shf had had the faults as well as the virtue! af youth. She had cherished aspiration! . ; and had had her own selfish plans and de ' six-es. But one by one she had put them \ resolutely away, and had not repined From the selfishness of youth she had " | jrown into an unselfishness marvelous to all who knew her. ^ | "My prayer for years," she told her pas7 | tor one day, "has been that I may outlive all the others, so that I can take care ol ? them to the end. And I think it is gom| to be granted me. I have no other wiaE [* but this." ' i Does the story seem a sad one? Yd how manv ea?er young hearts, reading the MUiitra ui uvty uvea ui uuici a^ca, nave ' :aught visions of the greatness of love which "sceketh not her own," and been : touched to higher purpose. '* j "Don't, dear!" a lady exclaimed to s 0 young girl, who was laugning over some lit rc tie peculiarities of dress and manner of ar 1 old woman she had seen on the train, * ''You don't know?we are so blind, often, It may bc^that she is one of the world'i * saints."?Youth's Companion. J ! * j The Beaten Oil. | The lamp of God is designed to sbin< ? all through the dreary hours of the night > And when we make frequent mention oi ' the goodness and grace of God we ar< 1 holding forth the word of life, and shin e ing as lights in the world. Some one grop ? ing amid darkness is encouraged, strength f ened and cheered. There is more rea e help and encouragement in the Christiai * life coming from the pews than we think ' But this volume of light might be in !" creased a thousand fold if we would onlj observe the goodness of God, and meditate e thereon, and then make mention of al * His loving kindness. There are thre< characteristics about oil, whether good oi . bad. Crude oil gives poor light, makes ? bad odor and is liable to explosion. Pur< ] oil gives a good light, gives no bad odoi . and is safe from explosion. Religious ufc j terance may be like either of these. A 3 hasty, forced, unmeditated speech js no t illuminating, not very fragrant, and ap . to need revision in calmer moment! . Whereas, a prayerful, prepared and spil itual word sned-s light, its savor is swe? t and it abides unchanged. Are we giviq . beaten oil lor the sanctuary? Let us na . rob God of His due, but make mentiq f of His manifold kindness and everlastiq , faithfulness.?From sermonette' by tti t Rev. Cornelius Woelfkin. I ' The True and the Artificial. i { It is not difficult to distinguish betweei 3 the true and the artificial. Ihc moral tea i is the sure one. When conscience is sen , sitive, and the will submissive, and the lif conristcnt, there is no doubt about one* I spirituality. When the soul sings: " ' I delight to do Thy will, 0 God," and the : does delight to do God's will, or does th i will of God from lirm resolve, there cai | be no doubt. When one loathes sin, an< , 1 tries to leave it?all sin, all kinds of sini sin against the body, sin against the sou . sin against the neighbor, sin agains I < Christ and the Father?there is no dii I ficulty in reaching a decision as to th J ! genuineness of Christian character. I . ; is no mirage. The garden of the Lord i i there.?Bishop John H. Vincent. The Gr?'ate*l Often Obicurc. Real greatness has nothing to do witi I a man's suhere. It does not lie in th \ i magnitude of his outward agency, in th ' 1 avtunf fliA tvVi hp 1 The greatest men may <io comparativel^R ! little abroad. Perhaps the greatest in ouH| j | city at this moment are buried in obscur^M 1 | ty. Grandeur of character lies wholly i^H | force of soul; that is. in the force oH| I thought, moral principle and love, an^H ! this may be 1'mind in the humblest cond^K 1 j t:on of life.?W. E. Channing. Ml i j Nf> man can hold back the cands cflM | God's clock. |9| DiscoTered an Old Meteor, BM Captain J?. A. Weiss, Jieeper of^ the house on 1'oir.t Jxmia, Lai., lias discovering ! a meteor which fell in 1875, and which h^HE lain on the ground near the lignthou^H| ever since. In the records of the ligoHH house Captain Weiss found an account the falling of the meteor and the locatio^^J where it struck. He followed them ah^H had the gratification of locating the ston^^B The meteor was found to be very large, to^B large to he taken out of the ground as KB whole, but several chunks of it which ha^B broken off in the fall were recovered. Income Tax in Hfonteneg^ro* BS| The income tax has been introduced fo^B {he first time in Montenegro. .